﻿When the Socrates Cafe closed at the Central Library last Monday evening, and many of us walked across to Coffee Culture to carry on the debate, I happened to be sitting opposite a young woman who had a copy of Charlie Hebdo!!She had picked it up from the news outlet a couple stores away, the last copy they had, which they took out of the window for her.I thumbed through it in fascination. It was bigger and thicker than I had thought it would be, with a great many cartoons (no photos) but also quite a few articles and regular columns. I was surprised at the number of cartoons. I had thought that those religious psychopaths who slaughtered the staff like cattle had managed to eliminate most of the artists. Well, not quite, thankfully. The magazine sure did a big job on this quickly-put-together issue. They must have had freelance cartoonists who filled in, and maybe some cartoons had been drawn earlier.I had read that this new printing of three million was going to be in multiple languages, but this copy was French. Maybe it came via Quebec. At any rate, as I browsed through it, I wanted to get a French/English dictionary and pick up the language where I had left off back in grade 9. Because I could only read a word here and there.One cartoon had a bland-looking middle-aged guy holding up a sign that said "Je suis Charlie Hebdo, mais..." I am Charlie Hebdo, but...No buts here.﻿

﻿Organizer of London Open Mic Poetry. former support worker for people with autism and developmental disabilities. ﻿ former farm boy, former adventurer, former florist.The 2014 Ted Plantos Memorial Award